verse 1it’s just uhh, trials and tribulationsthis world is fuckin’ crazywhen i’m screamin’, “free my man”, the crowd’s screaming“congratulations”cuz we came from couches, two family houses, to corporationsand i know these streets are a dead end, but these streets embraced mepeople i fuck with call me “kellz”, that’s what the streets named mefuck where you think i’m from or how i live, the streets raised me& fuck the world for hittin’ my girl with that stray, and let the tears run down my face onto a casket after wakenin’i’m thankful for livin’ this long, cuz a lot of us don’t make itrip to homie rock who got shot right after graduation& jojo was an animal, i guess that’s why they caged himcaught in a vicious cycle of life as a young teenagermy history class is bullshit, they feed us false informationfuck the founding fathers, millions died over benjamin franklinmy brother fought in iraq, but it might as well been prisoncuz he’s home but his sanity didn’t come wit himfuck the world screamin’..

hooki pledge allegiance, to the streets. hold it down, keep it gi gave the lord, my soul to keep. that’s why i’m still standin, in my chuck t’sin my chuck t’s. in my chuck t’s. i’m still strong, in my chuck t’si pledge allegiance, to the fans, to be the realest motherfucker that i canthat i can, that i can. remain the realest motherfucker that i canso when they lay me down to sleep, the last of a dying breed.. rip

verse 2jesus died for me, government lied to methese people say they loyal, i just hope they ride for me& if i die before i wake, then cry for me& keep my motherfuckin’ name alive for menow, i done seen some things that i would never tell my daughter& did some shit that i’m ashamed of, forget of what i gottai know the devil’s hot, but i got something hotter& my boys ain’t from jamaica, but they some fuckin’ shottaswe never start no fights, but we’ll go to warest tatted on us, that’s something will die forthese faggots had shit handed to em, but we earned itroll a j, yell out my window, lace the fuck up then i burn itturned into the opposite of what they thought i would, skippin’ classesvoice of a revolution of troubled youth, kiss our asses& if government conspiracies are lies, then why the dollar got the all seeing eye?